On Astral Tides: From Humble Freelancer To Astral Emperor

I was ushered into the hall within the Imperial Palace proper where I was going to be meeting the Emperor of Japan by the most important member of the Imperial Household Agency, the Grand Steward. I actually wasn’t particularly concerned about meeting the Emperor, strange though that was, because I had already met the Queen of Great Britain, and the President of the United States, to say nothing of truly dangerous figures like Nurarihyon and his strange doll wife Seirei. Speaking of dolls…

No, the only thing that was worrying me a bit was whether I would be able to awaken the Imperial Regalia. I had ideas, and was reasonably confident, but there weren’t just political concerns in play here. The additional strength that these items could provide to Yukiko-san and me was clearly of huge importance, I had no doubt they weren’t any weaker than the treasures from the Tower of London and were likely on a par, or perhaps even stronger, than Mortal Fragarach or Hinata’s new Mortal Claíomh Solais.

Once the door opened, I immediately took in the situation within the hall, my high stats and Split Thoughts rapidly assessing every detail. The Emperor and Empress were there as expected, as was his son and heir and his wife. Yukiko-san too. Of course she’s here. After all… she’s my link to the Imperial Family, as well as the beneficiary of my efforts, when I wake the Regalia.

There were also another five members of the Imperial Family I wasn’t expecting. It seemed like one group were parents and a daughter who looked a little like Yukiko-san, as well as a school-age son, and lastly… I’m guessing that’s Yukiko-san’s brother? He’s looking at me with an odd expression…

Speaking of odd expressions, Yukiko-san’s face was red and her breathing was coming rather fast, and Tsukiko, who was there with her, was holding her hand tightly. She’s also looking at me very intently. Hold on a minute… it’s not just nerves regarding this meeting and the Regalia, is it?

My worries were growing as I saw the oddities in the room. The first was a large projector screen, broadcasting a familiar face, the Queen of Great Britain, who was watching me enter with a wry, teasing smile. That was a surprise, but the bigger shock was seeing my parents here. I froze for a moment, even my Split Thoughts locking, but I quickly put the pieces together, straining to keep a frown off my face.

Father was watching me, as impassive as ever, though I didn’t fail to notice some faint beads of sweat sliding down his face, despite the temperature in the hall being rather pleasant. Mom, however, was practically bouncing with excitement, her own face flushed, blue eyes sparkling as she looked between me and Yukiko-san.

I see. So that’s how it is, is it? Well… It was impossible for me to be dense about these matters anymore. And any high ground I had to insist I had reached my limit had been captured when Lin and Rose declared themselves my wives in a manner even the Multiverse seemed to accept. Yes, I can argue that is a problem for the far future, but… it’s done, and I take it seriously, and will accord them the same love and respect I give any of my Earthly brides…

Those rapid thoughts concluded, I decided that my answer would depend on just why this situation had arisen. I wasn’t a fool, I could imagine the political benefits here, and the presence of the Queen, as well as the trailing edge of a blue gown at the corner of the screen, blue being Eleanor’s favourite colour for clothing, did hint at some other possibilities. But I don’t want to jump to conclusions, and… in the end, it all comes down to feelings.

Biting down a chuckle at the situation which was unfolding rather closely to how Eri always suggested it would, I bowed deeply. “I am Oshiro Moonstone Akio, and it is a great honour to meet the Imperial Family. And also…” There was one more person in the room, wearing rich, ornate and old-fashioned robes of black and white, chased with elegant embroidery, and while the man was old, he radiated vitality, and his golden eyes didn’t seem to be his natural ones. Resisting the urge to use my own Eyes as that would be a breach of etiquette and I needed to make a good impression, I continued my greeting. “…Your Majesty, and Princess Eleanor.”

“Please, I like to think we are friends now, Akio. My granddaughter certainly thinks so. Do come out, Eleanor…”

With an audible sigh, Eleanor entered the shot, pulling over a chair. She was indeed in a rather fetching blue gown, her hair braided into a ponytail with a green and bronze ribbon, reminding me a little of her valiant figure when she wore the armour of the Green Knight. To further emphasise that point, her blue gown had oversized bronze buttons, and she wore an emerald necklace and earrings, as well as green high-heeled shoes.

“My apologies.” Eleanor curtsied elegantly, before sitting. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but grandmother insisted…”

“Of course I do, my dear granddaughter. After all, this is a day of great importance. More than we had anticipated. Although…” The Queen rubbed her hands together gleefully. “I…”

I see she’s not using the Royal ‘we’ here. That means this is either an extremely informal gathering, which doesn’t fit at all considering who is here, though ordinarily the presence of my parents might disabuse that, or it’s a matter where she needs to drop all pretence…

“…do enjoy the way that things have moved on, and the show we are about to see. Nothing is ever boring with you, is it Akio? My granddaughter says the same.”

“You… certainly have your ways of commanding attention.” Eleanor admitted after a moment, cheeks faintly pink. “Don’t mind me. I’m just here as a witness.” As the Queen chuckled at her words, Yukiko-san spoke up quickly, surprising us.

“It’s true. You do stand out, Akio. I… am very grateful for everything you’ve done to help me, and to help Tsukiko. And that you’re my friend…”

No honorific huh? For a girl as isolated as Yukiko-san, that’s quite a bold step… Deciding not to force the issue yet, I nodded. “Yes, I’m proud to have you as a friend too, Yukiko-san.” Seeing her face twist at that, inwardly I groaned. Yeah, her attitude has changed, although… honestly, I’m thankful. It doesn’t seem entirely motivated by politics, judging by her face. What… do I do? No, we’ll see how it develops. There’s no rush…

“Oh, and you as well, Eleanor.” I added quickly, and she nodded.

“Yes. Friends are indeed important, in these troubled times more than ever.” she agreed, though whether it was just the situation here with Yukiko-san making me paranoid, but I detected an edge in her voice. It could just be that she’s upset at the situation here. She doesn’t approve of my polygamy… it could be, or…

“Speaking of friends… I assume you must be Yin-Yang Grandmaster Daimon?” I asked the golden-eyed old man with the spectacular long beard, even longer than Yasuhide-san’s.

“Indeed.” He flourished his staff for emphasis. “Though for the Princess’ sake, feel free to call me Uncle Daimon. Despite my lofty position as the head of the Imperial Onmyōdō Bureau, I am a simple man. After all, until recently, the position was little more than a hidden and ceremonial one, though we did keep alive the old Arts, even if most were unusable.” His golden eyes sparkled, and my own Eyes flared instinctively in counter, my amber and his gold a matching pair.

You have been subjected to Five Elements, Yin And Yang Insight. Your Eyes have responded to deny access to your information. Your Mystic Eyes Of The World Tree have been strengthened by absorbing some of the remnant energy, and your affinity to Wood, Fire, Earth, Metal and Water Elements, as well as Yin and Yang Elements, has slightly increased.

Interesting. “Peeking is a bit rude, but as we’re both friends of Yukiko-san, I’ll forgive you. But I suspect we’ll want to have a long talk later. Not that I have much time. Pilgrimage is on a tight schedule, after all.”

“Yes.” Uncle Daimon stroked his long beard thoughtfully. “I think we should indeed. Though perhaps there will be time during your task here. But where are my manners?” He nodded to the Grand Steward, who introduced everyone to me. It was rather amusing as he even introduced me to my own parents with great respect for them, which made me admire his professionalism.

That done, the Emperor got straight to the point, which was both a relief and a worry, as Yukiko-san was clearly tense. But there’s no point in rushing things, is there? “Young man, subject of our Imperial Japan, you have done well, and it pains me to ask more of you. But… my granddaughter, Princess Mikasa… no, you know and speak her true name, not her Royal one… Yukiko, she believes you can perform a duty that would forever cement you as a true friend to Japan and our Imperial Family, and the Gods themselves.”

Seeing that Yukiko-san wanted to speak up, the Emperor inclined his head, and after a deep breath, Yukiko-san began. She was looking at me with far greater boldness than usual, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes damp. One hand reached for her long braid idly, but with a force of will she controlled that, trying to seem regal. And she’s doing a good job. That hakama in red, white and gold certainly helps, but… she’s grown into her role. I like to think I had something to do with that, but then… Tsukiko helped too.

Beside her, still holding Yukiko-san’s free hand, Tsukiko winked at me, and I could see her ruby eyes through her veil. Her lips moved, likely only me able to see them, and I read her silent words even as Yukiko-san spoke. I… see.

“If you can’t do it, Akio, nobody can. Though Uncle Daimon assures me the Tsukumogami will likely awaken in time, though perhaps not soon. But… we don’t have time. No… Tsukuyomi foretold your coming. I believe that. And… thanks to Tsukiko, you inherited the will and cause of Tsukuyomi. And I… of the direct Imperial bloodline, of Amaterasu, and also…” A brilliant halo of flame formed around her, though it was carefully controlled, merely feeling like a warm bonfire rather than a raging inferno. “…the Favour of the Goddess herself. Now, I am not one for superstition…” She chuckled self-deprecatingly. “…but as an Imperial Daughter in direct line of descent from the first Emperor, be that Emperor Jimmu if you believe the myths, which I now most certainly do, or Emperor Kinmei, if you follow the confirmed historical records from fifteen hundred years ago…”

Whoa, she’s right. Another coincidence? It was nigh-on fifteen hundred years ago that we have the first true records of the Imperial Family, rather than mere tales.

“…must be the Priestess of Ise, a shrine maiden venerating Amaterasu… I am well-versed in religious matters.” Her solemn brown eyes looked at me, and I tried to ignore the hot breathing of my mother, and the barely controlled squeaks she was leaking as father held her hand, whispering to her to show some decorum in front of such august company. I think you’re going to lose that one father, mom’s always been a free spirit, my sis gets that from her too. And she’s only got worse recently, since I started my relationships…

“I found it trite, boring, simply a chore I had to perform. How I sometimes wish that was still the case.” Yukiko-san chuckled, before pausing. “Actually, despite everything, I don’t. I find that… surprising. Without Uncle Daimon and his Onmyōji…” The old man inclined his head at her words. “…dearest Tsukiko, who was my closest friend, perhaps only true one, though she was distant before this, her own heart frozen…” Tsukiko chuckled, conceding that point. “…and you, Akio, who was the one to stand up and say that you could protect me, protect us…”

Yeah, I’ve heard speeches like this before. But… I’m actually relieved.

“…you did so much for me. Little things, such as listening to my complaints, soothing my sorrows at Tsukiko’s funeral, sending me a text here, calling me there, like I am an ordinary woman… even giving me armour and training me to be stronger. But the bigger things too. Restoring Tsukiko to life, saving me from despair. Protecting Japan, the country my family loves. Bringing me new friends and acquaintances…” She glanced at the projector screen, where Eleanor inclined her head in agreement. “…the others of your women, your sister, the Fae and many others… to them I am not Princess Mikasa, or even Amaterasu’s Chosen, but they see me through your eyes, as simply Yukiko. A friend. Honestly… in these most abnormal of times, once… once the fear was banished, the existential dread of knowing I would have to face such horrors, that I would die…” She took a long, deep breath. “…I now feel the most normal I ever have. It’s a cosmic farce, but… it took this nightmare to free me from my own despair. It took you. And…”

“Have courage!” Only I and Yukiko-san could likely hear Tsukiko’s faint whisper, and I instantly remembered her mouthed words from moments ago. Do not concern yourself with how I feel. Simply follow your heart. But… know this was inevitable. Not Destiny, not Definite, but simply a consequence of you thawing Yukiko’s brittle heart…

“…honestly, I think of you often. I… want to go out drinking again, in an ordinary bar, perhaps alone, or perhaps with the others. Not being recognised, just being Yukiko, not princess Mikasa, although…” She chuckled then, and I noticed her family seeming surprised at her attitude, her brother looking as if he had seen a ghost. “…honestly, you are far more famous than I, so you’d have to wear a disguise!”

I nodded at that, and she continued. I let her, as… whatever decision we made, spitting on her resolve here wasn’t something I could do. And Tsukiko would be upset too.

“I also want to tell you about my day, about me, about my hopes, my dreams, my…” She reddened. “…no, you know so many already. The time we have shared has been meagre, but deep. And… I cannot help but think, if I have gained so much, felt so much, in these snatched moments of peace and bliss, how much more could I gain in the future?”

“Honestly, I haven’t done much. Just… offered a helping hand.” I managed as she fell silent, clearly waiting for a response, and she snickered, amused.

“Often, that’s all it takes. You really have to stop helping people, or… no, actually that’s wrong. We need you, the world needs you, to continue doing what you’re doing, to be strong, and kind, and shining!” She took a deep breath, face still red. “Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi were married in the myths. If you ask me… it was meant to be. After all… you’re the one to protect us Princesses of the Six Paths. And… if we are yours and you ours, isn’t that so much easier, doesn’t it make so much sense? Uh… I’m rambling…” Her flush deepened. “…yes, I honestly think it fated to be, but… that’s not why. Nor…” She glanced over at her relatives. “…is the fact that there is much to gain for us both, Japan and the Imperial Family as a whole, important. But… it does make things sweeter, doesn’t it? Hinata-chan would agree.” Her smile was now wicked. “…in the end, it simply comes down to… Akio, I like you. I know you have many others, and… honestly I’m plain, and can’t compare to Tsukiko, but… I see myself making a life with you, with everyone! So… here and now…” She turned, looking at my parents. Mom was delighted, and father resigned. “…I’m formally asking you out. Well, I suppose as I’m Imperial Princess Mikasa it’s a bit more… involved than that, but I want to be like Tsukiko.” She bowed. “So… sorry for springing this on you.”

As she fell silent, I heard clapping, and it was Queen Elizabeth, Eleanor’s grandmother, who looked positively thrilled, leaning forwards, eyes twinkling cheekily.

“Such a wonderful example of young love. It moves my crusty old heart to see it. You know…” Her words were conspiratorial. “…my eldest son loves his wife, yes, but they have had rocky times. It was more an arranged marriage than a love match, though quite often they work out.” She winked knowingly, and I found myself nodding. “…I then resolved that their children would get to follow their own hearts, as best they could. Royalty does come with obligations. Fortunately, Richard and Henry have both found love, and the public is less strict on their opinions nowadays… but… sadly, these last few months have shown us that responsibility never ends.”

As most of the Imperial Family agreed, she continued. “We have many advantages, our wealth, our privilege, but they are paired with grave responsibilities. Britain and Japan, largely thanks to your efforts, Akio, are the firmest of friends now. We had hoped to include South Korea in this, but… well, some dogs are ungrateful and bite the hand that feeds. To that end… alliances. My granddaughter, and Princess Mikasa, though I suspect I should call her Yukiko now, after her impassioned speech rejecting her Royal mask…”

Yukiko-san flushed again but managed a nod.

“…both are Royal Gods’ Chosen, and both will capture the hearts of the public. It is a time-honoured tradition, though rather out of fashion, to cement ties with marriage. Though it is fraught with issues. Henry was willing, but his fiancée was certainly not, and the public in Britain, while enamoured of you and your beautiful fiancées, Akio, is not ready for an Akio of our own in the Royal Family. Besides… Yukiko refused all the offers, and now I see why. Her heart was set on another.” She winked at me.

“Then…” she continued, after that bombshell. “…there is my Eleanor. A marriage to one of the Princes of Japan could work, but… Hodahito is too young, and Gorohito…” The Queen paused, shaking her head. “There is also the sidereal branch of the Imperial Family, but…”

“I can speak for myself, grandmother.” Eleanor sighed, exasperated. She then glanced at Yukiko-san with an expression of understanding and pity. “We are far too alike. We should definitely be good friends. Though I could not make such a declaration of impassioned love, I think. I had heard you Japanese were reserved, but having met Akio, you, Shiro and some others, I am beginning to reevaluate that. But we British are. We hardly talk of our feelings. But… it’s true I rather didn’t fancy an arranged marriage. And… it wouldn’t have worked anyway. Not unless I stayed in Britain, away from my husband. The Tower… cannot be left unattended. And while we have your Ring Gates…” She stared at me, her blue eyes earnest, and I realised just how attractive Eleanor actually was.

Though Yukiko-san is looking rather cute as well. She thinks she’s plain, but just like Hisano-chan, once her confidence grows and she finds the style that suits her best, she’ll bloom like a beautiful lily…

“…and we are allies, I can’t help but think it’s rather churlish of me to expect that to continue without me giving back.”

“It’s not a transaction.” I shook my head. “We all have to work together for the greater good. You’ve helped us plenty.”

“Yes, I have.” Eleanor agreed, a slight curve of her lips giving away her good mood. “It’s good you realise that. I hate a number of things in men…”

Here it comes, lecture time. But I guess I deserve it. After all, it seems I’ve sunk my claws into Yukiko-san without even trying…

“…firstly, I hate ungrateful men. Secondly, I hate vile, lewd men. Thirdly… I hate men who can’t take a hint. Fourthly, I hate selfish men. And lastly… I hate treacherous men.”

I suppose I might be lewd, but vile is harsh…

Seeing my confusion, the Queen laughed. “Eleanor, you’ll confuse him like that. Honestly, I wish you had more of the charm of your brothers. I had worried you’d never find a man, what with your sharp tongue.”

Eleanor coughed nervously. “Grandmother! Not in front of the dignitaries! And him…” Taking a deep breath, Eleanor explained. “You certainly are not ungrateful. And nobody could accuse you of being a vile wretch like Donovan, driven by wickedly lewd desires. You are lusty, certainly, but… come by it honestly. Yes, I do keep in contact with your fiancées, as I promised I would.” She brandished her phone, her expression wry. “You may be selfish in some respects, keeping so many women close can certainly be seen as that, but… I see your conflicted expression when you look at Yukiko there. Idiot. As for treachery, I warned you. I cannot and will not survive another betrayal. My heart is glass, and already cracked.”

“You missed one…” I pointed out, though I had already guessed. Mom had almost passed out, she was so excited, and Yukiko-san was looking conflicted, yet expectant.

“Yes, I did. But you’re not really going to make a lady say it, are you?”

“I guess not.” I scratched my head, rueful. “I can take a hint, at least when I stopped deliberately being obtuse. And while I think the situation is spiralling out of control a bit… no. Why me? Honestly, while I think you don’t hate me anymore, and I’d even go so far to call us friends… it’s not just politics, is it?”

“Of course not.” Eleanor shrugged, slightly offended. “Though if it was, I was lectured to most firmly by Motoko and Natsumi about the fact that arranged marriages can often be extremely happy. I certainly find it… troubling… to consider myself just one of… how many is it now then? Do count Yukiko, for you are a gentleman, no?”

“Not sure it works like that, but… fifteen. No… you’d make sixteen, I guess.”

“Oh my God? I know about Tan, but the others? Who? Why don’t I know them? Is it Tamamo-no-Mae and Nebisuki? I don’t know how I feel about that, but…” Mom was babbling, and I felt the tug of the bonds I shared with them, their invisible tails that I was unable to relinquish.

“Oh, well, perhaps it might be one or two higher in due course. As for the other two… they are very far from here.” I chuckled nervously and resolved myself to come up with some sort of solution. I don’t want to be the sort of husband that’s always out working, never spending any time with my wife. Though in this case, rather than working, it’d be with other wives. There has to be a way… even using my Material and Astral bodies, that still doesn’t even scratch the surface of my time dilemmas…

“I’m shocked. But not that shocked.” Eleanor frowned. “Honestly, I can hear David laughing now. A lot of it is his fault anyway. Now, I’m not going to give you a long, rather cute speech like my fellow Princess did.” Yukiko flushed scarlet again, her expressions and emotions changing fast, far more expressive than I had ever seen her. “I do see you as a friend. And a saviour. But relationships based on being saved are rather pitiful. So disregard that. At least we share a lot in common, have a connection. And you won’t be too distraught if I spend the majority of my time in Britain, you don’t lack for company.” She crossed her arms, and I was amused to see she was slightly irritated.

“I think what my granddaughter is fumbling through saying is… when offered the choice of someone who could match her and understand her, you were the one she decided on.” The Queen grinned. “No ordinary man could ever hope to satisfy her now. Men are fragile creatures, to see their wife so powerful, important would eat away at them… and as for the other Chosen of Britain and Japan…”

“Don’t even suggest David…” Eleanor shuddered. “…he’s a playboy. I might as well stick with you.” She then paused, cheeks and ears a little pink. “That was rude of me. Look, I’m… not used to this. Besides, your other woman there…” She nodded at Tsukiko. “…she says it. I am Princess of Humans. And I can’t falter, or Britain and everything I love will fall. But I did falter, yet because of your hand, I was able to grasp it and stand up, on my own feet. Honestly, nobody understands me like you do.”

“It’s the same for me.” Yukiko-san agreed. “There will be… two more.”

“Yes. Six Princesses. So I hear. I assume it is not these two so very far away?” Eleanor asked, and I shook my head.

“No, uh… they’re Valkyries, who dwell high in the Astral, on another world.” I admitted, and Eleanor narrowed her eyes, snorting.

“Honestly… I’m actually impressed. You can charm beings who dwell so far away they are but distant dreams. It’s no wonder…” She clutched her chest, looking down for a moment. “Actually… I can’t help but wonder. I hate myself sometimes, but… if so many women adore you, then you must be something special. No… I know you are. I know it well. Perhaps that’s what frustrated me so. I wanted to dislike you for your womanising ways, because I always dreamed of a fairytale romance.”

“You can still have that.” Tsukiko spoke up. “Precious moments are not measured in number, but in intensity, in meaning.”

“So they are. But… I was not lying when I said if you betray me… I will exact my vengeance in the only way that I can, that I know will hurt you. If… I am not blissfully happy, I shall kill myself, and leave you a note detailing all your failures, why it is your responsibility.”

“There’s no need to be so dramatic, granddaughter…” the Queen began, but Eleanor shook her head.

“That’s where you are wrong. I… am compromising here. If I am to be one of many, I still wish to be loved earnestly. If I wanted a loveless, hollow union, I had options here. Now, David bade me remind you of his words. He says….” Eleanor was now very pink, her breath hitching in her throat as she spoke. “The time has come, accept my hand and bear some of the weight I carry.”

David, you bastard. You knew this was coming, didn’t you? But then, so did I. Though I never thought it would unravel like this. I guess Eri’s Foresight must be tuned to romantic matters…

“Our thunder has been quite stolen.” The Queen grinned. “But I do hope to announce it officially when you are honoured during the New Year celebrations. Be a man, Akio. My beautiful, honourable, rather stubborn, yet cute…” Eleanor pouted at her teasing. “…granddaughter had choices, but in the end, she picked you. You’ll not turn her down now, will you? Nor poor Yukiko, who poured out her heart.”

I looked at them both, one in the hall, the other on the screen, and shook my head. “Actually, I like you both a lot. Love… I’m not sure, but honestly…”

“Love develops quickly.” Tsukiko nodded. “You love me, do you not?”

I nodded. “Yes. I want to make you happy. I want to spend time with you, hold you…”

“Soon.” she promised, eyes bright behind her veil. “But… I know you dislike these contractual matters, but… you stepped into Tsukuyomi’s role. You are the one who carries light, darkness and twilight. Or if not, you have usurped him. So, protecting Yukiko and Eleanor is your role. And… good deeds should be rewarded. Give love and protection, receive love and protection.”

“Fine. I get it.” I nodded. “If you’re both sure, Eleanor, Yukiko?” I dropped the honorifics. At that, Yukiko’s expression brightened.

“Yes. I wasn’t, but now I am.” she declared. “Because when you said my name without an honorific, my heart clenched. It hurt, but… it was a feeling I’ve never felt before.”

“Of course I’m not sure.” Eleanor admitted. “But who is? Even entering into an ordinary relationship, one never knows if one will get hurt, be cheated on, or it just doesn’t work out. At least I have my resolve. David too. He is training hard, and he says that he’ll teach you a lesson if you make me cry. Oh, and he says he wants another set of bouts, one per woman.” She chuckled then. “I’m not sure if his stamina will hold out though. Sixteen or more… by the Gods, that idiot and traitor Donovan thought he was King Solomon, so Shaeula told me, but you might actually be his reincarnation…”

“Before we continue…” the Emperor spoke up. “I am most delighted that we have come to an arrangement, but… first, there must be a test.”

“Grandfather… you’d try and ruin my happiness?” Yukiko grumbled, surprising us, and the Emperor laughed loudly.

“So quickly your loyalty turns to your new fiancé…” Fiancé, huh? Well, I guess I did offer the same to Eri and the others in no time at all, so… “…but do you think he will fail?” he finished, and Yukiko shook her head, before glancing at Eleanor.

“No, he’ll succeed. You think so too, don’t you?”

“Much as it pains me to admit it, yes.” Eleanor nodded. “I believe if anyone can make miracles, it’s Akio. But be warned, I’m not one to disappoint either!” she insisted. “My glass heart is cracked, and it will need care to make me smile honestly again. Can you offer me that?”

“I don’t take the feelings of women lightly, not at all.” I promised. “So, this test, it’s the Regalia, right?”

“Of course.” The Emperor agreed. “Awaken them and be chosen by one. There are three, so you, Yukiko, and ideally young Gorohito, or at least his father, should wield them. Thus showing the power and unity of the Imperial Family for all to see, quelling unrest on our shores.”

“Fine. I have some ideas. Though I’ll need some help. I want Ginneka, Nie Ling and Azuki brought here…”

“Fortunately…” Tsukiko began. “…Nie Ling and Ginneka are already on the Palace grounds. Do forgive me, but I had need of them, and I know you would not refuse me.”

I nodded, considering what they could have been needed for. “You know I trust you.” I agreed. “Then fetch Azuki. And show me to the Kashiko-dokoro, where they are enshrined.” All right, it’s time to put my ideas into practice. “Oh, get me Shiro too. I know Tan is making her avoid me, but I might need Shiro’s buffs, and Tan’s insights could be valuable…”

My mind racing, thinking about the ideas I had for awakening the Tsukumogami to their true forms, I didn’t even hear the laughter of my mom, or the Queen saying this sounded interesting, and she wished to see, and show her granddaughter my good sides, nor Uncle Daimon wondering out loud just what my plans were to spark them to life…

***

“This is… incredible.” Shiro muttered, in awe. We were in the Boundary of the Kashiko-dokoro, the shrine that housed the Regalia, and here it was a dungeon, space warped, far larger on the inside. It was filled with images and statues of Susanoo, Tsukuyomi and Amaterasu, as well as a massive pair that were surely Izanagi and Izanami which towered dozens of metres into the dark, shifting space above, the light of fake stars shining through.

“No kidding.” I agreed, turning to Yukiko, who stood beside me silently. In the Material I was also present, examining the Material forms of the Regalia, Azuki beside me, while those who had gone to the Boundary like Shiro and Yukiko were sleeping in a tent. Guarded by me of course. Nobody will interfere with them while I’m sleeping.

I had performed quick Chirurgery on all the Imperial Family, and given them touch-ups from Ether Healing where needed, as if Gorohito was to bond with a Regalia, his chances were far higher if he had a proper Chakra network.

“Yes, they… seem so sad, so lonely.” Yukiko pointed out. Uncle Daimon and his other Chosen Onmyōji were here too, though they respectfully stood at a distance, observing.

“Indeed.” Here in the Boundary, the Regalia looked so much more magnificent than their admittedly impressive Material forms. But next to each was a broken doll, no skin, only a few tufts of hair, joints clearly visible and broken and locked with age. Each was far larger than Azuki though, the smallest as high as my chest, the tallest actually the same height as Shiro. Azuki had taken one look at them, and retreated to the Material, saddened by their wretched state.

So, they’ve wasted away, deprived of ether and possibly adherence, maybe? The first thing to do was examine them. The first item, held in a hand full of broken fingers, was the legendary sword Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi. It didn’t look like the artist’s impressions I’d seen, or in manga. It was actually a straight sword, not a katana, long and slender, yet with impeccable craftsmanship, and in the Boundary, it was larger, and the metal was rippled with white and silver streaks, like clouds. Here we go then, Eyes, don’t let me down.

Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi [Item Class: Mythic] [Item Type: Law]

This sword is a weapon once wielded by a true Divinity, but it seems to have been left here for some reason unknown. The Heavenly Sword Of Gathering Clouds was once able to call upon wind, thunder and rain, and could cut through foes like lightning through the skies, yet the strength of this sword was split, its Adherence forming a Tsukumogami spirit. This spirit was beholden to the Imperial Bloodline and the Adherence within, and would refuse to be wielded by any inferior, unworthy hand. Without the Tsukumogami, this sword is simply a well-crafted blade of unknown material.

“As I thought.” I nodded. “It’s basically run down. Though I don’t think it’s dead. But…” I checked the other two. Both the Yata no Kagami and the Yasakani no Magatama were the same, Mythic treasures that had formed Tsukumogami which only answered to the worthy. Though one point of note was both seemed to have also been left behind by a true God or Goddess, yet one line on the description of the Yasakani no Magatama was interesting. This priceless jewel was snatched from the native Divinities of this land, and imbued with power to bless and strengthen, benevolence personified.

Curious. But that’s for later. Anyway, in the Material, the Yata no Kagami was a round mirror with a bronze rim, and an odd strap on the back, but in the Boundary it was larger, the size of a shield, and the glass shone with a diamond-like gleam, and the rim was what looked like platinum, while the Yasakani no Magatama was a jade magatama bead in the Material, but in the Boundary it was a crystalline, clear jewel, threaded through the centre hole with a delicate chain of transparent yet incredibly strong material, similar to the Yata Mirror.

“So, what’s the plan? Tan’s… still embarrassed, but she’s prepared to offer you advice.” Shiro suggested. “She’s not knowledgeable about Tsukumogami though.”

“Fortunately, we are, to an extent. After all…” I held the doll body of Azuki in my arms. “…we have Azuki as an example. Right now, she’s occupying her Material body, just like the Regalia are in two places at once.”

“If I may speak?” Uncle Daimon interjected, and I nodded, turning. “We considered this too, it simply being a matter of reconnecting them. But… the Regalia are of a duality, but the Tsukumogami, they are not. And the balance is all so very wrong.” He tapped his golden eyes. “Yin and Yang are out of harmony, and each Regalia too. For example, the sword… it is of Metal and also of Water, yet… something is missing.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I think I see the problem there. But I appreciate your insights. Hmm… it all comes down to one thing. Connections.” I glanced at Yukiko. “Really, are you sure?”

“Stop asking me that!” She pulled an annoyed face. “I know it seems sudden, but… I fell for you, I can’t help it! Tsukiko understands just how easily it can happen.” She took a deep breath. “Surely at this point you can’t still be questioning your virtues? That makes light of us all and our intelligence.”

“No.” I shook my head. “I get it. And anywhere I’m lacking I’ll have to correct it, because… if I’m to be worthy of all of you, then I need to surpass even the Gods.” I chuckled weakly. “It’s just with each of you, it seems less understandable you’d want to share.”

“Nobody really wants to share, Aki.” Shiro objected. “I know it doesn’t seem like it, considering my behaviour, or Shaeula’s, but… we can’t have you all to ourselves, so we have to twist our mindset so as not to go crazy. To me… that’s all about pushing you to your true final form, Aki. And making the world realise you’re the most desirable man around, and you love me. Besides…” She winked at Yukiko. “The difference between ten and twenty is less painful than between one and two and damages our chance of spending time with you less than going from two to three, or three to four. You’re a smart guy, Aki, work it out!”

“She’s right. It’s ironic.” Yukiko smiled, and I couldn’t help but compliment her.

“See, when you smile, you do look cute.”

“Oh you!” Yukiko’s face ran hot and crimson. “You save your flattery and pass my grandfather’s test! I don’t want to lose this feeling! But what Shiro said is right. If you had only one woman, then it would feel wrong to step in. Even if it was two or three, it would be… awkward. But… when you hold as many in your arms as you, it seems silly to worry.”

I considered that, and in a warped way, it made perfect sense. “All right. In that case… let’s get on with this. As soon as the supplies arrive, we can begin.” I had asked for a great deal of materials from my Territory, and they were being shipped over. “But what I meant was… sorry Yukiko, but… as Shiro will tell you, I may not seem it, but I’m actually quite possessive. If you genuinely want to be with me… it’s forever. And I do mean forever. After all, I’m going to live a long life, and I will find a way for all of you to do the same.”

“That’s good. I want to be treasured.” Yukiko admitted. “I may be a gloomy girl…”

“Eri was worse, I hear.” Shiro chuckled, and I couldn’t help but nod, even as my Eyes confirmed my read on Azuki. I was examining her in both worlds, trying to understand just what made a Tsukumogami, as despite being a Zashiki-Warashi, she was definitely a sort of Tsukumogami, a doll type, same as the spirits the Regalia had crystalised over time.

“Yes, though I’d say more… quiet.” I defended her. “She’s come out of her shell though. And… at least I don’t have to worry. Eri’s been saying you and Eleanor were going to fall for me for ages.”

“She’s very alert to how others think about you, Aki.” Shiro agreed. “So, any joy?”

“It’s… complicated, but…” Using Split Thoughts to isolate and examine what I was processing, I had an idea of how Azuki functioned. “…it’s a bond, fortunately. A connection. Which somehow seems to be my specialty.”

“Yes. Your Path.” Tan spoke up suddenly, Shiro’s eyes red. As I turned in surprise, Shiro made a wry expression, even as Tan spoke haltingly. “I… find it curious. But I am of the Six Paths, I understand the importance of such. But… it seems most of the problems you face…” Tan’s voice was oddly quiet. “…you seem able to break down into the point of connection, of bonds. It is… fascinating, and yet…”

“Don’t worry.” I winked. “I haven’t forgotten your Eye. Perhaps when you see the world like I do, you’ll understand.”

“Nope. She doesn’t need your Eye to understand, she needs your…” Shiro somehow rolled her eyes that Tan was borrowing so that she was looking downwards at me, and with an indelicate cry, Shiro’s eyes shaded to black in an instant, and she was grinning wickedly. “Tan is such… such a virgin.”

“So were you, only a few short weeks ago.” I pointed out, and Shiro shrugged.

“Pot, meet kettle. Anyway… I’m right. When she does it with you, she’ll get it.” Shiro turned to Yukiko. “That goes for you too, but you strike me as far more worldly-wise than Tan.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” Yukiko insisted. “I’m most definitely a virgin! But… it’s not like I’m an idiot. I understand what happens between men and women.”

“It’s odd that the Imperial Family is actually less sheltered than the nobility. I suppose it’s a matter of scale. The Imperial Family stands alone… anyway, this is going to take all my Skills, but…” I glanced at Yukiko. “…if I have to do this to win your grandfather’s approval, I’m going to do it right.”

“Now my heart is racing. I’m embarrassed!” Yukiko giggled, and Shiro slapped her on the back, calling her a comrade.

“I bring gifts, nya!” Ginneka suddenly appeared, hauling a large wagon full of metals, Etherites, wood and more. As she lashed her silver tail restlessly, she sniffed the air, before narrowing her eyes. “Nya, woman in heat, I see. A new one.” She then turned her blue eyes on me sullenly. “Why not Ginneka, nya? I’m eager for a tumble, and I’m a good lay, I swear it! Far better an experienced woman than a frightened virgin, nya!”

“Enough out of you!” Shiro cuffed her, and she hissed, ears flat against her skull. “You’re still on probation, cat. And your attitude stinks. Even that four-tailed… no, five-tailed now, I guess… fox doesn’t annoy me as much as you do. But…” Shiro narrowed her eyes teasingly. “…admittedly, every time you do work for us, we like you a little more. Well, a picopercent more. So work at it!”

As she grumbled, the silver Bakeneko did indeed start transferring some of the treasures to the Material. There, I received them, the Imperial Family watching on with great curiosity. Tsukiko was sitting with my parents, talking to them cheerfully, while the projector screen had been moved, so now the Queen and Eleanor could see what was going on.

“I’m curious.” Princess Kaoruko asked me, watching as items began to appear out of thin air. Since Yukiko had effectively proposed to me, she had taken a great interest in me, perhaps curious as to why her shy cousin had been so bold. “Just what is your plan? If you disappoint poor Yukiko now, she’ll be heartbroken.” I see that the Imperial family are rather more informal with each other than I expected. But then… they are a singular family, and don’t even technically have a surname, so I suppose lack of honorifics makes sense…

“Don’t worry, I’m not in the business of breaking hearts…” I promised, only for Eleanor to snort loudly. I glanced towards the screen, and she snorted again, rolling her eyes, clear for me to see.

“Are you not? I see a trail of broken hearts in your wake if you ask me. Honestly, I must have been crazy to choose you.” She turned to Princess Kaoruko then. “His Princess quota is filled for now, and you’re not one of the other two he’s allowed.”

As Kaoruko-san giggled, amused, I narrowed my eyes, even as I was assessing the arriving materials, still free to talk.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, or like I’m sounding displeased, but… just why did you pick me? No, I get the reasons, and they make sense, but… there’s no rush, is there? We could still keep our alliance going, and if you found a Chosen who you liked further down the line, it wouldn’t be too late them to consider marriage… I mean, you’re young yet, Eleanor.”

“Do I have the time?” She crossed her arms, and I tried not to look at her cleavage, knowing she was actually a little prudish. “After all, what we do is very dangerous, isn’t it? Even with the grace of the Green Man, I have been close to death many times, and… other troubles.” Her face fell. “If the worst had happened, I wouldn’t have the face to dare suggest marriage…”

“That’s crap.” I was angry now. “Don’t ever say that again.” I warned, and Eleanor rocked back, shocked at my sudden intensity. “I’m not trying to downplay the trauma or horror of that act, how could I? But… it wouldn’t make you lesser or make me disdain you. Just as I never think any less of Haru. No, were you so abused, I’d soothe away your tears, and help you seek vengeance. But rest assured… I’ll never let harm befall you, or allow you to die, either!”

“I… see.” Eleanor was taken aback, but her defensive posture dropped, her arms lowered. “Well, it would pain me to take up much of your time and effort. You should save that for those you love. And I… didn’t want to end up dead before experiencing love. I suppose Yukiko and I are rather alike in that. And… you’re not actually that objectionable, really. If you overlook the womanising, which ordinarily, I would cut you in half for!”

“My Eleanor is hardly honest with herself, or you, it seems.” the Queen chortled. She was leaning back on her small throne, extremely relaxed, and had found a bottle of brandy, sipping on a large glass of it as she watched my efforts with the regalia. Eleanor was drinking too, and at her grandmother’s words she took a long gulp, face flushed.

“Honestly…” the Queen continued. “…if you were single, after your heroics, and the aid you rendered Aditi Mistry, she would have asked you out right away. But she dithered, unsure, and I suppose I understand that. But the other important fact is that her teammates all think you make a good match. Especially young David, it seems. He is brash and ill-tempered, but he says he can trust you with Eleanor, as you… oh, what was it… yes, that’s right… any piece of shit like that little fucknugget Donovan, or traitor like the redhead, you’ll crush them before they lay a hand on the Princess.”

Hearing the Queen say ‘fucknugget’ in a fair approximation of David’s harsh tones was certainly an experience, and Eleanor gasped, shocked and stunned, calling her name, but the Queen ignored her, winking at me. “So yes, she’s trying to keep her pride. And yes, the weight Britain and indeed the world has put upon her slender shoulders would crush a weaker person. Fortunately… you are there to hold her hand. And she knows that you won’t ever betray her or let her down. Which is what she desires, with all her heart.”

“Grandmother…” Eleanor blushed, hiding her face, while I nodded.

“That’s right. Eleanor… this was… well, somewhat of a shock to me, but… look, we have our Quest coming up. We’ll succeed, and I’ll prove to you that I’m, despite my obvious flaws, the one you can rely on, lean on. All right?”

“Fine.” Eleanor said at last. “And… don’t take this the wrong way, I know this union is certainly at least in part for political gain and benefits, a small part…” she insisted. “…but if you could, Mary-Jane…”

I nodded. “Already thinking about it. And don’t worry, I don’t think you’re trying to trade yourself for that. After all, how can a simple favour, or should that be Favour…” I chuckled. “…compare to you?”

“I hate that those words make me feel happy…” Eleanor was still covering her face, and my mom burst out laughing loudly. Father tried to quiet her, shocked at her rudeness in front of such dignitaries, but mom wasn’t having that.

“Nonsense, darling! Whether a Princess or a peasant, a daughter-in-law is still a daughter-in-law! And if she’s cute, I’ll say so! I’m delighted to have you on the team!” Mom declared, and Eleanor was rather stunned by that, unsure of how to respond, but the Queen did, snorting happily.

“It’s true, and I would welcome you treating my Eleanor with kindness. You know, you make me proud, to see that one of my subjects has raised such a fine son.”

“No kidding, my Aki’s the best!” mom agreed, and even some of the Imperial Family were chuckling now. As the embarrassing purgatory of my mom and the Queen talking about me as a kid continued, I gathered the remaining materials I required, before taking a deep breath.

“Will… will they live again?” Azuki asked, her tone solemn. I could see Kaoruko-san eyeing the little doll with fondness and curiosity, but unfortunately, I wasn’t going to let anyone take Azuki away. She’s our secret defence, with Aergia’s Favour.

“I hope so. They’re quite different to you, Azuki, but there’s enough of a similarity to give me ideas, and… my Eyes see far more than they used to. And I know a lot more about how things work.”

Good. Good.” Azuki muttered fervently, her little ruby eyes glimmering. “It would be far too sad if they sit there broken. Just like a home, tools, treasures… they went to be used, to be loved.”

Patting Azuki gently on the head, stroking her dark hair as she squirmed, I promised her I would restore them. “After all…” I glanced at the Emperor, my expression cocky. “The Regalia may be Imperial treasures, but they’re not your greatest one I want to take away!”

Kaoruko-san squealed at that, eyes bright, and Yukiko’s mother seemed touched by my strong words. I wasn’t the man I used to be. Now I had decided, now I had the idea in my mind, I would be decisive. No more dragging my feet, which caused Daiyu and Asha a great deal of worry and ended up with the expected outcome anyway. Rose showed me it’s all about being bold… honestly, I can’t wait to go back there and see them again…

“It seems spring has come for our granddaughters, Elizabeth.” The Emperor addressed the Queen, who nodded.

“Yes, though who would have ever imagined that our houses would be joined in this manner? But I welcome it. Together, we shall ride out the storm that shall engulf the world. It’s a shame we can’t retire yet, I would dearly love to pass the time idly, watching our great-grandchildren grow.”

Now, concentrate… I began to craft three new dolls, matching in size and shape to the ones in the Boundary, and while they were plain, with no discernible features, they were well-made. Meanwhile, back in the Boundary, Yukiko was asking me just what I was doing, as I began to tinker with the Tsukumogami.

“It’s simple. Their… spirits are dead, honestly. They might reboot if the ether density spikes up enough, but I’m not convinced.” I glanced over to Uncle Daimon. “Your eyes could see something missing, right? I think that’s part of the reason they… well, died, for want of a better term.”

“How so?” he asked, stroking his beard. Here in the boundary his staff was rather magnificent, chased in five different types of metal and studded with pearl and onyx. “I have the records from the Onmyōdō Bureau over the last fifteen hundred years. The Regalia were cared for flawlessly, but over time they simply… degraded. Even our Talismans and Formations, our Chants and Incenses, all failed to arrest their decline. But… from what I understand, they were not so… broken… before, merely sleeping. Though our records from the last hundred years are incomplete, few able to see the Regalia spirits or enter this world. I assume they can be restored.”

“If I had to guess… they were declining due to the reasons you suspected, but perhaps a sudden shock broke then. After all… adherence shouldn’t be so easily drained. I can’t talk about it yet, though… seems like soon we’ll have no secrets. But… ask Eleanor.”

Shiro nodded knowingly at that, and I knew she understood. Narrowing her eyes, she grimaced. “Tan thinks you’ve understood. So, what’s the point of failure here? If I had to guess… Ningen-sengen, right? The Declaration of Humanity, where the Emperor renounced the lineage of Amaterasu.”

Exactly. “Yes, all the faith of a nation, and these Regalia were Divine treasures, the equal to what the Church of True Revelation possesses.  Their methods of keeping such objects functional in the ether-starved present seem… unpleasant… but I surmise the worship and belief of Japan as a nation nourished the Regalia. And then, when it was suddenly repudiated…”

“Yes, it caused a backlash, all that power, suddenly… changed to the opposite intent.” I looked down at the silent Tsukumogami, my expression pensive.

“So, the Declaration didn’t just break great-grandfather…” Yukiko was stricken. “…but it also had such a disastrous effect on our heritage too? Who knows what else could have been damaged by it.”

Even as I worked, I reached out with one hand, grasping Yukiko’s. At first, she seemed embarrassed, before tightening her grip. Her hand was warm, and her face was pink, but she seemed more at ease. And seeing that makes me feel better. Poor Yukiko. She’s had to bear a lot on her shoulders. Well, while I’ve offered to carry it before, now I can without worry. Not that I’ll treat her as fragile glass. Neither she nor Eleanor is the sort of Princess to be pampered and faint at the sight of blood. But even so…

My mind made up, I smiled reassuringly. “It’ll be fine. I can fix them. Maybe… not exactly how they were before, but… I’m confident they’ll wake. And… I’m now glad I asked the President about allowing retraction of the Ningen-sengen, because it’ll make you happy.” I winked slyly, and she seemed taken aback for a moment, before managing a wry chuckle.

“You’re a bad man, Aki. You’ve reached levels of smooth Yasu can only dream of.” Shiro teased, and Yukiko agreed.

“Yes, he is indeed rather persuasive and charming. But… I honestly really like it. Because… when he says it, it doesn’t just sound like flattery or mere lip-service.”

“Because it isn’t. Now, don’t bother Aki when he’s working. You can hold hands later. Maybe I’ll join in. Tomorrow’s going to be a rough day, watching Shaeula lord it over us.” Shiro winked, and Yukiko gave my hand one final squeeze before releasing me. “Question though, Aki. Why did you get Ginneka to move all that stuff to the Material, if the Tsukumogami are here?”

“That’s the thing.” I explained. “The spirits may be dead, but… they seem to have a faint Truesoul, I can see flickers of soullight still.”

Tan suddenly hissed. “You should not speak of such, this world…”

“It’s fine. I’m not bound to silence, am I?” I glanced at Uncle Daimon. “And he doesn’t know what I’m talking about…”

“No, but I would very much like to, just as I would wish to know who or what is the being which dwells within this woman here.” He pointed his staff at Tan. “Her Yin energy is quite simply immense.”

“In time everyone will know.” I promised. “Anyway, to answer your question, I’m nowhere near skilled enough to reignite or fix a Truesoul, I’m not Rose.” I smiled at the memory of her. “I can barely even see it, even with my Eyes. But… maybe I don’t need to fix it…”

“I do not understand…” Tan blinked, and I conjured a little light element, displaying a pair of frayed wires tangled together by being twisted in opposite directions, and then current flowing through them, the woven metal able to compensate for the breaks in each thread. “…I see. Connections. As I suspected. It is… bold. But no bolder than the gift you shall give me.” Her earlier shyness was gone, replaced by curiosity. “What I have seen on this backwater world has proved most intriguing. Most intriguing indeed.”

“And you’ll see more.” I promised. “But for now…”

I had fixed up the large dolls and created identical ones on the Material. The next stage was to create true connections between them. That was difficult, and not something I had ever done before, but I had plenty of examples to choose from. Azuki’s connection, Silver Cords, Lovers’ Link, Kin Bonding, the invisible tails, the way items can have a presence in both worlds, like Shaeula’s ring, or the Regalia themselves…

“Tan, watch closely.” I asked, as I began. “After all, you may not have the Eye to see yet, but… this is how I’ll fulfil our wager with you too. So… be ready.”

“I am… a woman of my word. Cheeky mortal man that you are, Akio, I shall not be cowed. I shall sear this into my mind, have no doubts!”

I generated only a tiny trickle of Soullight, but I could supplement it. Adherence was my first thought, but I quickly discarded that. After all, firstly, I need it all for managing the Favours later, and secondly… adherence caused the damage to them, so… I want the same flavour of adherence to restore them fully. All I have to do is wake them, and then… if the Emperor recants the Declaration, and Japan believes in their Divinity again… if I adjust things properly…

Prominence Dawn flared into existence behind me, a brilliant ring of light, fringed with inky darkness. Violet energies poured from me, a torrent of spatial element, followed by a torrent of brilliant blue light, and Uncle Daimon gasped. “Void? You practice the Godai, the five elements of Buddhist thought?”

“Oh, so you know of those?” Tan was impressed with his wisdom. “Chi, Sui, Ka, Fu, Ku? Earth, water, Fire, Wind, Void? And Void…”

“I don’t know if it’s this void element, or whatever… but… there’s clearly a spatial element to every bond, and light… nothing travels faster. So… if I infuse the light of Mangetsu, the Full Moon, which symbolises the positive, which specialises in buffing…” I paused, winking. “…though it pales in comparison to our queen of buffs here…”

Shiro snorted at that, amused and slightly bitter, but they let me continue. “…if I build the bonds… it’s… like a Silver Cord. Spiritual beings who haven’t been Enthroned don’t have one, but then… they don’t have two bodies, a Material and an Astral…”

“Yin and Yang, spiritual and physical.” Uncle Daimon agreed, and I nodded.

“Yes, and each contains a little of the other. That’s the bond that ties them together. Now… Azuki has a Silver Cord, of sorts. Well, now she has a proper one, but before it was so faint as to be nearly unnoticeable. But it existed, else she never would have been able to regain her Material doll body. These…” I tapped the Tsukumogami. “…already have a similar connection, hence why the Regalia can exist in both worlds at once. But… the dolls themselves have lost that, or it’s broken away. But I can replace it…” I was starting to sweat, and Uncle Daimon pointed out something pertinent.

“If so… you will unbalance the Yin and the Yang. Too much light without darkness, even in the Void…”

“No. I won’t, because…”

“…feeding darkness into it, after all, darkness is mind, and emotion, and without that, how can they live and think?” I was saying, a second Prominence Dawn shining on the Material, watched by my stunned parents, the Imperial Family, and a very curious Queen, though Eleanor had quickly shrugged and went back to her brandy, muttering to herself.

“It is all so very dull. It is obvious he will succeed…”

Thanks for the vote of confidence. The way you say it could use some work though. Hyacinth is going to be torn over the events of this day, I’m sure… Not allowing myself to become distracted by that, I poured the inky-blue light of Shingetsu, the New Moon, into the second ring of light, accompanied by the other half of my spatial element. The pair of… well, voids, I supposed, if I listened to Tan and Uncle Daimon, didn’t feel empty, like one would consider a void from the name though, no, instead one was full, and the other was waiting to be filled.

“This is the hard part…” I muttered, and everyone fell silent. I turned to Nie Ling, who was standing there, dressed in casual, comfortable clothes, her hair a mess, as she had been taking it easy, having done her duties this morning bringing some of the Fae to the Material. “…timing is everything. I’ll need you to send these crafted Tsukumogami to the Boundary, then hop down and send the other ones here. Then I’ll tell you when to reverse that.”

Your Skill, Aether Manipulation has advanced from Rank 7 to Rank 8. You generate significantly more aether internally and are able to integrate it with other energies with greater ease and suffer less rejection.

Your Skill, Soullight Manipulation has advanced from Rank 1 to Rank 2. You generate additional Soullight and are better able to handle the Soullight of others, be they willing or unable to resist you.

Your Skill, Prominence Twilight has advanced from Rank 3 to Rank 4. When you use multiple instances of Prominence Twilight at once, be it Dusk or Dawn, these instances are connected, and can be linked to create a resonating effect, though this effect will be negligible unless paired Elements are used. In addition, your fine control over the energies released from the Dawn, and the strength of energies released from the Dusk, have both improved significantly, and your understanding of any energies that Prominence Twilight absorbs will heighten, and your affinity increase. [Class: Legendary] [Type: Law]

Your Skill, Darkness And Yin Manipulation has advanced from Rank 4 to Rank 6 and broken the first bottleneck. Your ability to handle Light Element and understanding of it increases as your understanding of Darkness Element does. [Class: Noble] [Type: Foundation]

Your Skill, Light Manipulation Rank 5 has become Light And Yang Manipulation Rank 6 and broken the first bottleneck. You now convert a portion of your Light Element into Yang Qi, a purer, non-tangible Element focused on positive effects. All your Skills involving Qi are slightly improved. Your ability to handle Darkness Element and understanding of it increases as your understanding of Light Element does. [Class: Noble] [Type: Foundation]

The working was torturous, not made easier by the fact I was doing three at once, though three was definitely not three times as difficult as one. I had asked Shiro to buff my Chirurgery before this, as at the heart of this working, it was Chirurgery, and I had the generic buff and also her Berserk Blessing, though my own abilities mitigated that, so I was barely feeling the side-effects.

Weaving together this energy around the fragile, nigh-invisible Truesouls as a core, the soullight the… conductor… for want of a better word, which the spirit would flow through. Then, the insulation would be the two layers of energy Prominence Dawn generated, spun together carefully. It ordinarily seemed rather far-fetched to make this work, like building a person from light, but… aether too, the protective sheath, preventing it all from breaking. The soullight, if I feed it carefully, branches out, drilling into…

“Go now!” I ordered, as the connection I was working on began to fray, as I suspected it might. It’s too fragile, but…

The crafted Tsukumogami vanished, and moments later so did Nie Ling. She appeared in the Boundary alongside the empty dolls, before desperately sending the ones that dwelt here in the Boundary for so long to the Material.

“Your working is far, far too fragile…” Tan observed. Uncle Daimon and Yukiko could only watch in silence as I laboured.

“Just like bonds.” I agreed. “But when we nurture them, put our heart into them, and work together to make them mighty… then there is nothing as unbreakable. Even diamond can’t compare.” I grinned, streaming sweat, my brain, despite my high stats and Split Thoughts, practically on fire. “And these Tsukumogami have their bonds. To Yukiko’s family, to this land… and I have my bond to her. A single thin thread snaps, but twist some together, and…” I paused, my Eyes seeing the fracturing, shoring up it desperately. “Go again!” I ordered Nie Ling, who sent away the dolls and brought back the original batch.

“Yeah. I don’t want a Silver Cord. I actually need a kind of Silver Connection. As it’s less fragile, and…” I murmured. “But a Silver Connection isn’t enough. Because they are both Tsukumogami, and also… the Regalia, which themselves…”

***

Your Class, Bondweaver, has increased from Level One to Level Two. Your Aether has…

“Holy fuck, this is like a Hell-difficulty game blindfolded…” I grumbled, as the fourteenth switch of the Tsukumogami was completed. Nie Ling was completely exhausted, and her brown eyes were pleading for rest. Ginneka was in a similarly ragged state, her ears flat and her tail drooping, as once the initial connections had been established I’d had her switching the Regalia around too. Fortunately…

“I think just a final push…” I was sweating blood now, my body cracking under the stress of keeping up so many difficult workings, pouring out every drop of my aether and soullight. The connections, which I didn’t have a name for, were a multilayered one, combining a facsimile of my Silver Connection, the attraction of Kin Bonding, and even the sort of invisible tail that the Kitsune had, though in their case, it was more a shadow of their Regalia, rather than a tail, though it had the same inherent properties. Lastly, I had seen the Grail beneath the Tower, and how it drew adherence to itself, and so I had replicated that, though for now… it was dry.

“That’s it… last one!” I cried, and Ginneka howled in inarticulate despair and she switched the items, Nie Ling crying out likewise. In the Material she collapsed, her job done, and with one final, colossal surge of aether, my League boiling, the last trickles of Prominence Dawn dying down, three brilliant lights kindled, radiating a touch of soullight, before they died down to shining embers.

Your Class, Bondweaver, has Increased from Level Two to Level Three. Your Aether has…

Your Class, Taker Of Paths Unknown, has increased from Level One to Level Two. ????????? ??????? ???????….

Your Class, Shaper Of Flesh…

Your Skill…

Your Skill…

A mass of question marks greeted me, as well as a storm of orange letters searing across my vision, and I felt an immense pressure, as if something was either trying to fill me, or break out of me, it was hard to tell. Exhausted, I collapsed in both worlds simultaneously. Shiro made to move, but seeing Yukiko rushing to me she hung back, letting her catch me. Meanwhile, in the Material, I collapsed to my knees, and then lay on the cold floor, relieved. Mom cried out, but I waved a hand, showing her I was fine, just out of strength.

Shit, the Pilgrimage is going to have to carry on without me for a bit. I’ll… catch up later.

“That’s… amazing!” Yukiko managed, stroking my hair, mopping my sweat and blood. “They… look so different. But… are they alive, conscious?”

Indeed, a change had happened. Though only I had noticed that the Regalia themselves had disappeared, though that was intentional. They are the Regalia in truth now, but also themselves. I think? I hope I didn’t screw it up…

I certainly couldn’t have created them from scratch, but enough remained to kindle them anew. Glancing at the three figures, I admired my handiwork, though I was surprised at the forms they took, as I had crafted them as blanks, only the heights matching.

The first was a young woman who was the height of my chest. She had bright blue and white hair in a side ponytail, and had a face that, while now calm in her slumber, had narrow eyes and a slant to her lips which made me think she would be terribly cheeky and energetic. Her chest wasn’t that large, but it was still full and rounded, and her legs and arms were slim yet muscular.

Beside her, sat a silent woman as tall as Shiro, her eyes also closed. She had long hair which was a clear, crystalline green, like spun jade, a cascade of it flowing down to her lower back. Her figure was womanly, and her face, while expressionless, radiated a calm kindness.

The third figure wasn’t in the Boundary but was on the Material. She was of a height in-between the other two Tsukumogami, and her figure was lithe and lean, yet far from muscular. As I watched her there, exhausted, from my spot on the floor, I noticed that her metallic silver hair looked a little like Shiro’s, though it was shorter, and it framed her face rather boyishly, and the set of her face, with a small nose and high brows, seemed rather intellectual and frail.

“Just… what happened?” Yukiko asked me back in the Boundary when she could speak again. “Where did the other one go?”

I was almost too exhausted to explain, but my explanation was forestalled anyway as the first Tsukumogami trembled. Her blue and white side ponytail swung, and her eyelids fluttered. Moments later, they slid open, revealing slightly dazed silver eyes. She looked around, movements slow and sluggish, and met my gaze. “Father?” she asked, before speaking again. “Father?”

“What the hell, Aki? Making daughters by hand now? Asha will be so disappointed…” Shiro doubled up, laughing.

“That’s… incredible!” Uncle Daimon muttered, his eyes glowing. “The Regalia spirit, it lives…”

As the Tsukumogami staggered to her feet, Yukiko looked on, delighted. “You did it, Akio! You did it!” She hugged me, her face red, not caring about her embarrassment, and I merely grinned weakly.

“Sure did, though… I never want to do it again, it was utterly exhausting.”

“Father?” the Regalia asked again, coming closer, and I shook my head weakly.

“No, I’m not your father, I’m…” All of a sudden the girl stumbled, and Yukiko released me to grab her and arrest her fall. However, the Tsukumogami was surprisingly swift, and she reached out for me with eager silver eyes. Ordinarily I could have dodged effortlessly, but in my totally exhausted state, down on my knees, I was helpless.

“Father!” she said again, hands swiftly grabbing at me, only for me to blink in surprise, as she had actually snatched my sword from its sheath. As she looked at Storming Moonlight, she blinked, as if puzzled, then opened her mouth wide, and with a swift motion, swallowed the entire sword as if she was a circus act, the sounds of metal crunching as she chewed.

What the hell? That was Bjarki’s masterwork…

With a light giggle, the cheeky smile on the face of the Tsukumogami intensified, and she tilted her head adorably, braid bouncing. “Father! You don’t need another sword. Bad father!”

Shiro, unable to contain her amusement, was soon kneeling on the ground too, tears streaming from her eyes, pounding the ground with her fist, while Uncle Daimon and Yukiko looked on, bemused. Moments later, I had other matters to worry about, as in both the Material and the Boundary, the other two Tsukumogami trembled, eyelids fluttering weakly…

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